(Excerpt from the Book II, Chapter 2 of Doguhn)

As they approached the town of Hullum the sun had started to descend, calling forth the moon and stars. The constellations here were not as they were in the Terrafirmoux and this was perhaps one the hardest concepts for Guy to grasp. He wondered how he could possibly be under an alternate sky. The land changes all the time but the stars always remained constant, at least until now. The moon was much brighter here and like the sun, much larger in scale. Comets occasionally cut their way through the darkened skies, leaving a trail of crimson in their path.

Turning his eyes back toward to the town before them, Guy could see it was much less modern than any towns of his world. From this distance he could see huts made of mud and clay lining the streets, illuminated by torches. Tents, some as large as two story homes, were woven of a cloth Guy had never seen and adorn with beautiful and intricate designs. The attention to detail was astounding, mixing colors and images that could never be put into words. The buildings and tents appeared to be weather beaten and in desperate need of repairs. Guy estimated the entire town covered only a few square miles. Continue reading